Feel small, worthless, not noticed?
REASON TO LIVE
What reason to live
If not for roses
No one will catch the raindrop
To put it in a jar
And label it "The Masterpiece."
Life's work seeps through the soil;
When all is dead and done
Life bleeds from breaking heart.
And like the raindrops, life seeps down
To nourish roses.
No credit for that drop
When one regards the rose.